The patience of Zi Yu finally snapped at the Dark Witch's words. His pale face turned bright red, and he shouted at the Dark Witch, "Ling Wu is not a monster, she is an elf! Isn't it enough that you harmed her like that? You still insult her. Do you want me to become like her for you to be satisfied?"
The Dark Witch stared blankly at her child, hardly believing her eyes.
Her child was the most obedient and sensible child in the world. She had never thought that one day he would speak to her in this tone.
Long, long ago, after living in the Dark Forest for thousands of years, the Dark Witch felt increasingly lonely. She longed for a child to accompany her.
Her true form was a giant tree with roots that stretched for thousands of miles, its crown capable of blotting out the sky.
To have a child, she cut down her entire canopy, channeling all the energy and Spiritual Power her true form could absorb into a single, mystical vessel.
